Storm
@stereotypcd
Gentle fallen leaves and blades of grass, they filled his vision and met the base of standing wooden giants. Arms reaching into the sky, trees were the true guardians of the Earth. He had decided this long ago. Having seen how they stretched so high up, behemoths of wood and life, it seemed to him that he was always astonished by the sheer height the organisms could reach… They were so different from animals and from other forms of life, it fascinated him. But that wasn’t why he had come here. No, to admire plant life was one of the last things he wanted to do right now. He was on an adventure, that was an obvious thing, and as such he wanted to keep moving. Cautious movements as he remembered distant and quiet tales.
Danger and death was never a concern for Scrooge McDuck however. He always encountered it and as such it was something he grew a taste for. But it was always better to work smarter, and not harder. To fight on in a way that was safest and easiest, that was his objective. He would work harder if it kept him safe, but that was about it. But of course it seemed in the moment there was no clear distinction. His white feathered body practically blended in with the pure snow that fell on the ground, sparkling tears of heaven’s angels that coated the ground in a carpet of ice and frost. Such beauty is crystallized water, and yet he couldn’t help but loathe it so much in the moment. The moon’s reflection wasn’t too bad, but he knew the sun’s would be in a few hours, never mind how cold it was.
Donald had nearly died due to conditions like these… Migration for Christmas should be, for the most part, taken seriously unless one could keep themselves extremely warm. He remembered having to help nurse his nephew back to health– he didn’t mind as much as he let on but then again he supposed it was just the undying worry. His hand pressed against the wooden base of a tree as he found that he could hear a noise off in the distance. Something, or someone, was there in the distance. Talking, movement, footsteps, there was someone there. He had no idea of what was nearby, all he knew was he was going through the motions of his explorations. Searching for some wonderful piece, some story to tell, and here it might be… Although not the one he wanted.
He was surprised when he saw a girl, a human, a creature he hadn’t seen in a long time. Humans were not uncommon, but they were by no means common for him. He didn’t see them around much, they appeared in Duckburg every now and again, and they certainly had their events that he knew about. But at the same time they were not normal in his day-to-day life. Not that he minded that much, he’s heard mostly horror stories about them, but at the same time he wasn’t scared nor worried. The woman couldn’t be harmful after all, and if any human was he was faster, smaller, and he was sure he could outsmart one. Despite how he was only three feet tall, he could figure it out if the time ever came to him. He watched the girl for a moment, and when her eyes had locked upon him and they exchanged glances, he found himself so startled that he unconsciously took a step back.
The ground came up to meet him quickly, and he was alarmed at the sudden topple. Snow cushioned his fall, but that didn’t stop him from getting the powder into his clothing, soaking him and getting the icy water, which was melting, locked in his feathers. It froze him and he found himself shivering just a bit, and worst of all he could have sworn he had cried out when he fell thus giving away his position, existence, and the fact that he wasn’t a hallucination or anything of the like all in one go. He could’ve had a chance to escape and now he had just ruined that. Hopefully this human wasn’t a threat, hopefully those memories of sea salt ice cream were correct and weren’t just strange dreams or false memories that came from the delusions of an old man.
Seeing her silhouette crest the hill as he rose to his feet, brushing off the snow, he felt the anxiety begin to grow. He was hesitant to let himself get too close. Confusion and worry, the mixture of the sudden encounter and the exposure to the cold– he was sure this was just going to end up like the sea cave from so long ago. Where Donald and Gladstone had to save his sorry self and take him straight to the hospital without much else to do. Maybe not as bad, and with significantly less need for a cast, but still bad enough to warrant his contacting relatives for some help.
“Hello?” He greeted, trying to keep his composure, and succeeding rather well despite the shivering.
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